Sunlight on the clouds
Silence dominates the air
The firs are aglow
Tag: Seattle
The Grace Of Sunlight
The grace of sunlight
Pushing through the autumn chill
Raising my spirits
These rare moments of sunlight piercing through Seattle’s autumnal gloom, granting me strength for those long, dark days coming.
This Rainy Evening
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A haiku while walking in Everett
History in bricks
Such elegant stateliness
An autumn sunset
Thankfulness Journal: The Beauty Of My Home
​So much beauty here
When sun shines, it’s glorious
I also love rain
Exploring Downtown Seattle
My home was once there
The outward shape is still there
And yet, it’s transformed
Walking these old streets
Visions of dirty concrete
Echoes of our past
Grime and poverty
Once marked these streets with their truth
Now airbrushed away
Walking with dear friends
Explorations of this past
Amongst my future
This Morning’s Rain: A Haiku
Early morning rain
Disrupting outdoor planning
Well, we’re flexible
Awoke to the steady patter of a Seattle rain. For me, there’s something very calming about it. I guess it’s part of Seattle being home. There must be moss in my soul.
This grey morning lightÂ
This grey morning light
Falls deftly through morning sky
Clouds from the ocean
A Rainy Day In Seattle: Today’s Haiku
Another grey day
Rainfall has moistened the ground
Watching memories
It’s feels very much like September this morning. The ground is damp from overnight rain. I great the crows debating their aviary issues of the day.
Having spent most of my life in our around Seattle, this is a common vision. One that connects me to so many memories, good and bad. Today I’m remembering living in downtown Seattle. That was home for nearly 10 years after I got out of the Navy. Basically, most of my twenties.
A fascinating time of my life. Trying to understand my place in the world. Discerning my dreams and goals. Mostly discerning myself, and my soul as unique and individual. Before that I either lived at home, in a dorm, on a ship, or in a barracks. I’d never truly lived alone.
Seattle’s Smokestorm: A Haiku
This summer’s fires
I’ve grown weary of the bad air
Longing for autumn
It’s been a challenging summer for us Seattleites. Especially though with any kind of respiratory issues. Really looking forward to the relief autumn is promising.
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